9 Dravago, 998 YK
Today was a bad day to be an adventurer looking for work.
The Bazaar was always crowded. If you lived in Stormreach long enough you got used to it. Even when it was dead, like today, it was crowded. But it wasn't the right sort of crowd. Not if you were seeking a certain type of job. However, leaning up against a support beam just by the entrance to "Forgotten Places" there was a flier. Nothing special. Nothing fancy. Just a piece of parchment with a hand written advertisement scrawled on it. There was just something about it that seemed to catch the eye. Maybe it was the way the advertisement had been crossed out twice before the writer had found the right words. Maybe it was the sloppy handwritting. Maybe it was the green colored stain on the bottom right corner of an unidentifyable source. Maybe...but then again maybe not.